I came to the Recovery Ranch 22 months ago broken, lost and afraid. Never would I have thought I could ever hit a low point in my life like the way I did before stepping through the gates at the Ranch. I had lost all feelings of emotions and care for anything and everyone around me including my 3 1/2 year old son. Fortunately my family was sick and tired of watching me slowly kill myself through my addiction and decided to bring me here. I could not be any more grateful for that day. Looking back I had no idea life could be this good. It has taken a lot of hard work and patience by not only me but the guys in the house I have had the privilege to grow up with all over again. We are a brotherhood that has so much to gain but can also have so much to lose with the simple action of making the right or wrong decision. We are all here to support each other in continuing to make the right decisions and appreciate what is put in front of us no matter how difficult things may seem. We attack our days with urgency and detail in a way that I have never experienced before. I am by far not cured of my disease but through this house instead of being obsessed with a substance I am now obsessed with waking up everyday living my life to its fullest and pushing others to do the same through community service and care for others. I owe my life to this house and could never repay for the life that has been given back to me.